Saturday, July 6, 2024

Aaron Wyanski - Schoenberg: Drie Klavierstucke, Op.11 (Speculative Records, 2024)

By Sammy Stein

Aaron Wyanski is a pianist, composer, and musicologist based in Maine where he is Assistant Professor of Music Composition at the University of Maine. He has been fascinated with the atonality and compositional style of Arnold Schoenberg since he was young and this album continues his exploration and homage to Schoenberg, via the medium of jazz.

‘Drei Klavierstucke’ (Three Piano Pieces) Op 11 (Speculative Records), which follows Sechs Kleine Klavierstucke ( Six small piano pieces) Op 19, and Schoenberg Suite Op.25, is just over twelve minutes in length and contains many elements of Schoenberg’s style. It also adds strummed open strings on piano, atonality, mismatched rhythms that work at cross purposes until eventually they merge, swinging rhythm patterns, contrasted with eclectic ones, and playful short interludes but it is not a copy of Schoenberg but rather a tribute to the various styles Schoenberg utilized.

Arnold Schöenberg's atonality theory and structure have been deemed one of the most influential on modern music. Respected today as one of the great musical theorists, Schoenberg enjoyed dissonance and unconventional arrangements. He picked apart classical arrangements and found hidden notes, timings, and sounds and realized that sometimes, it is the unconventional that works. Wyanski understands that too. Schoenberg’s work has influenced and empowered modern composers of classical and jazz music, from Zappa to Glass. The elements common to Schoenberg and jazz are apparent and here, Wyanski exposes and elevates them creating a novel take on the link between classical and jazz music via this concept of atonality. Schoenberg’s argument that even with the triad that is the building block of tonal harmony, every note is present in that triad, and it is the relationships between them that create dissonance or consonance – and how this is explored here is wonderful. Schoenberg created music that seemed atonal and unconnected but revealed the connections as it developed and here, Wyanski does the same with tracks such as Mabige where elements of swing are interspersed among the disjointed and surprising inclusions such as sudden blasts for the trumpet and brass, or the gentle melodic riff on the guitar. Once you get the concept of all notes being present, it is the relationship between them, intervals, and clashes, that affect our sense of tonality. Free jazz appreciators will understand. This music makes complete sense and is an exceptionally engaging listen.

Friday, July 5, 2024

The Straight Horn of Rudi Mahall (Two Nineteen Records, 2024)


In 1961 Candid released the Steve Lacy album, The Straight Horn Of Steve Lacy, where the legendary soprano sax player led a quartet with baritone sax player Charles Davis, Double Bass player John Ore and drummer Roy Haynes, playing compositions by Cecil Taylor, Thelonious Monk and Charlie Parker, with a liner notes by Martin Williams and Nat Hentoff.

The Straight Horn of Rudi Mahall, obviously, nods to Lacy’s classic album and its iconic artwork. German clarinetist Mahall (of Globe Unity Orchestra, Berlin Contemporary Jazz Orchestra and Die Enttäuschung fame) focuses on a different straight horn, the B-flat clarinet (with a motto by Benny Goodman: “It’s an awful lot of work playing the clarinet. You have to practice!”), is joined by the Paris-Berlin Oùat piano trio - pianist Simon Sieger (alternating on the trombone, also in the current line-up of the Art Ensemble of Chicago), double bass player Joel Grip and drummer Michael Griener (who was responsible for the recording and the insightful liner notes), which focuses on swinging bebop verities, and already evoked the sound of brilliant eccentrics like Elmo Hope, Herbie Nichols, and Thelonious Monk on three previous albums. Now this quartet offers its own interpretations of popular jazz standards from Sidney Bechet and Duke Ellington to Jimmy Giuffre and Eric Dolphy.

Mahall has a sound of its own on the clarinet (and the bass clarinet), and maintains a disciplined daily practice routine focused on the jazz standards but claims that “Everyone hates the clarinet. It was then, and still is today, a pretty much out-of-favor instrument in jazz music. You can't get anywhere with the clarinet”. Like Mahall, Oùat is well-versed in the legacy of jazz and is a perfect partner to this wise, often provocative moving musical journey into iconic pieces that shape jazz as we know it today and the role of the straight clarinet in these pieces.

Side A of The Straight Horn of Rudi Mahall begins with one of the first iconic bebop pieces, Dizzy Gillespie’s “Bebop” from 1944, interpreted in a similar powerful, fast and almost chaotic manner like its original version. Tadd Dameron's playful and driving “Good Bait” highlights Mahall's beautiful solos that according to Griener, keep “the tactic of compressing and stretching the time against the rhythm section, resulting in rhythmic overlaps that could possibly be explained by Einstein's theory of relativity”. The following “Sechseinhalb Brüder” melts Giuffre’s 1947 “Four Brothers”, a tribute to the saxophone section of Woody Herman's second big band based on the chords of the Harry Warren composition “Jeepers Creepers”, Mahall’s “Vier Halbe” (four halves in German, from Die Enttäuschung album by the same name, Intakt, 2012) and Gerry Mulligan's 1949 “Five Brothers”, and turns this imaginary sum of six and a half brothers = “Sechseinhalb Brüder” into a wild ride. The interpretation of Ellington’s “The Mystery Song” from 1961 nods to Lacy’s version of the song (from Evidence, with Don Cherry, New Jazz, 1962), with more room for improvisation over the 16-bar form. This side ends with a composition of another pioneer of the straight horn (clarinet and soprano sax) Bechet’s iconic “Petit Fleur” from 1952, after moving to France, and having a French pianist in the quartet seemed perfect. Mahall explores the full expressive potential of the clarinet, from the most traditional jazz to the free jazz.

Side B begins with “Unbewusst im Puff” (Unconscious in the brothel), merges cleverly Tadd Dameron’s “Hot House” (slang for brothel) and Lee Konitz’ “Subconscious-Lee”, both are abstractions of Cole Porter’s "What is this thing called love", to show that "hectic" bebop and "cerebral" cool jazz have a lot more in common than jazz critics would have you believe. Pee Wee Russell’s signature piece “Pee Wee's Blues” allows the double bass and clarinet to introduce it in free pitches before singing the familiar theme. Mahall’s bass clarinet playing has earned him many comparisons to Dolphy, and in 1992 he and Griener played in a project of pianist Rolf Sudmann, and later he recorded with pianist Aki Takase Duet for Eric Dolphy (Enja, 1997), which opened with “17 West” (a former Manhattan address of Dolphy) with Mahall performing it on the bass clarinet. Now with a “normal” clarinet, this piece receives a free, urgent version, with Sieger's piano solo is reminiscent of early Cecil Taylor. This beautiful album concludes with “ In-stable Mates, an adaption of Benny Golson's “Stablemates”, a little less stable version of Golson’s piece with its unusual structure”, that highlights the strong individual voices of this great quartet.

Thursday, July 4, 2024

James Brandon Lewis Trio in Berlin, July 3, 2024

James Brandon Lewis Trio

By Paul Acquaro 


I realize now that I wrote the word 'punchy' in my notes quite a bit. It was James Brandon Lewis' punchy melody and Josh Werner's punchy bass lines and even Chad Taylor's deft kick and punch of drums. How violent, how limited of a vocabulary, and how true. Every note, every musical idea that the trio played was delivered with striking intensity and precision.

The setting was a small, intimate gig at the opening of a two week tour that finds this tight trio playing at a few festivals and dates around northern Europe. Lewis picked up his horn and unceremoniously began show by easing into a rousing Coltrane-inflected melody. It was a short piece but like a spiritual incantation, it prepared the space. Along with the saxophonist's hearty, clear tone, Werner's animated bass lines and Taylor's strong but supportive dumming found a direct channel to what makes one's head bop.

As Lewis explained, the songs were being drawn from his recent (though not most recent) album, Eye of I, which gave us the moving interpretation of the Donny Hathaway tune 'Someday We'll All Be Free', as well as some soon-to-be released music. Judging by the funk-infused grooves, hook laden melodies and intense improvisations, the forthcoming album, Apple Cores, named after Amiri Baraka's column for Downbeat magazine, will be something to look forward to.

A concise solo piece from Lewis seemed to contain multitudes. During this brief detour, abstract melodic shards were juxtaposed with musical quotes. A Charlie Parker line here, the refrain from 'Somewhere over the Rainbow' and others that I knew but couldn't name. The set ended with a song that Lewis says he plans to play with all his collaborators, 'Sparrow', which appears on Eye of I as well as his other recent album For Mahalia. As Lewis began the evocative melody began in tandem with Werner, it became obvious why he would choose this one. Taylor, who had been waiting paitently, entered with a concentrated gust and helped lift the earnest song to a triumphant peak.

The taut, three piece exemplified a barebones aesthetic where every note, every coloration, every impulse counts. They played a single set, a bit over an hour, but it was an encounter whose reverberations are felt as much the next day as when in the moment of creation. 

Tanja Feichtmair, Mara Kolibri, Stefan Krist, Josef Novotny, Fredi Pröll, Julius Winter and Uli Winter – Adschi (Creative Sources, 2024) *****

By Fotis Nikolakopoulos

This is a five star recording, one with a crucial presence of women improvisers, something which, unfortunately, is not a given in the male dominant world of improvising. Recorded in 2023 and released early in 2024 it presents the seven musicians in top form, playing, discussing, experimenting and interacting not just with their instruments. But with themselves and the other musicians as well. The overlooked instrument called the human voice plays an important role throughout all the five tracks of the album. Apart from the voice you will listen to an alto saxophone, a trombone, percussion and various other objects, an electric guitar, a cello and some electronics. In some moments you feel like you are listening to a hilarious funny story.

But can you figure out what is what? Sometimes yes, other times no. Does it matter? No, because what you and I, the listeners, absorb is the feeling of unity and interaction, of love for the playful moments that music can provide. Of freedom in self expression.

You will not get a lot of information on the label’s bandcamp page, but the music speaks for itself. Divided in five parts, this, I guess, long form improvisation unfolds not in a linear way, but keeps a lot of surprises for the listeners. Unexpected turns, sound that are not quite revealed, playful chatter, some screams, metal and no metal objects keep the polyrhythmic nature of every track moving. Yes, this music is an entity that needs and wants to speak for itself, as long as you can listen. Open form probably impromptu improvisations that combine the energy of free jazz with the lack of egos and the playfulness of the best moments in improvising music. One of the best of 2024.

Wednesday, July 3, 2024

Matt Mitchell - Illimitable (Obliquity Records, 2024) *****

By João Esteves da Silva

Both an intrepid spontaneous composer and someone capable of cutting through some of the most challenging predetermined material (including his own), Matt Mitchell has long established himself as one of the foremost creative pianists of our time. Illimitable marks his long-awaited return to the solo format and may well be his most impressive statement to date. In fact, I am convinced that this is one of greatest albums of spontaneously composed solo piano music... well, ever. While I can hardly begin to do justice to Mitchell’s achievement within the scope of this review, I can at least try to summarize what strikes me as so special about it.

When it comes to the art of solo piano spontaneous composition, Keith Jarrett and, more recently, Craig Taborn are inescapable references. Now, Mitchell achieves something I believe to be, on the whole, unprecedented: a sort of synthesis of the Jarrettian and Tabornian approaches, pushing the format a step further. On the one hand, like Jarrett in his earlier solo concerts, he is able to generate massive mutating constructions in real time and sustain them for exceedingly long periods. (The album’s longest piece lasts for over 40 minutes...) On the other, his own constructions exhibit an overarching focus and cohesiveness (both stylistic and structural) that one would normally associate only with the kind of more concise approach at which Taborn excels (namely in his masterpiece Avenging Angel ), while nonetheless retaining all their unpredictability and “in the moment” feel. And like Taborn, too, Mitchell proves himself a master of a wide variety of modern idioms (from Cecil to Feldman, he has it all in his arsenal), here distilled into a (scrupulously tasteful) language of his own.

Mitchell’s architectural approach is ideally served by his rock-solid pianism. A kind of Marc-André Hamelin of creative music, he plays as long a game as one could think of in these deep waters and is able to render the densest of textures with exceptional clarity throughout. (I’m here reminded of someone like Sorabji, with his penchant for both étude-like pieces and monumental proportions.) And while, overall, the evenness of the sound he produces - somewhat more granitic than, say, pearly or steely - impressed me more than his tonal palette, he does engage in alluring timbral explorations, such as in the second piece’s more spacious and impressionistic (or Scriabinesque) passages. His endurance, due to his technical facility and relaxation, is also second to none: just listen to the sustained intensity of the first piece and you’ll know exactly what I mean.

As a whole, this four-part double album is brilliantly conceived. Coming out with all guns blazing, the first piece (“illimitable”) is a straight knockout. The second one (“unwonted”) is an exhilarating journey, with wonderful variety, and the third (“abstruse admixtures”) falls somewhere in between its predecessors. At last, the fourth (“for Oona”) provides the necessary rest: a spellbinding 25-minute post-Feldmanesque meditation, one of the most cogently shaped spontaneous compositions of this sort I’ve ever heard (unique for its sense of pacing and use of dynamics) - so much so that one could easily imagine having it transcribed and performed at new music recitals.

Now, does it really matter that, as Mitchell emphasizes, “all this music is 100% improvised, one take, no edits”? While certain prejudices against the practice of spontaneous composition - so-called improvisation - prevail, I would say it matters in that it provides a striking example of how such practice can yield music with as much craft as that of predetermined composition, namely fully notated music. But, ultimately, all that matters is that Mitchell - in collaboration with sound engineer (and composer) Ryan Streber, and whoever tuned the Steinway grand heard on this recording - has created a masterpiece of twenty-first century solo piano music.


Tuesday, July 2, 2024

Novara Jazz, 21st edition – June 2024, Novara, Italy

By David Cristol

Photos by Emanuele Meschini and Edward Roncarolo.

Located in the Piedmont region of Italy, west of Milano, the 21st edition of Novara Jazz, programmed by Corrado Beldì and Riccardo Cigolotti with input from Enrico Bettinello of the Novara-based WeStart organization, unfolded from May 31 to June 9. Its last leg had a wealth of acts in aesthetic unison with the Free Jazz Collective.

Gordon Grdina

The Broletto is a wide transverse courtyard in the middle of several historic buildings and museums, where the free (as in gratis) evening concerts take place. After a slice of 1940s big band jazz, we move to the place where Canada’s Gordon Grdina and Germany’s Christian Lillinger are getting ready. A last-minute change of venue saw the duo adapt their music, which is carried out on the doorstep of the “Space in the Place” art store on Corso Italia. The dense, tense and loud set is chockful of electronics, both artists equipped with abundant gear – which is rather new to them, we learn. I mostly knew the “gentle” side of Grdina, not so much his electric rock persona, pretty much to the fore here. The subtle, expressive and sometimes explosive drummer and his string agitating accomplice do not allow room for breaks or silence. Their glorious racket fills the otherwise quiet Ligurian streets, whose passers-by and inhabitants either flee in terror, close their windows and shutters, or come out on the balconies and postpone their errands to enjoy the show. The journey through the hurricane is propelled by the hyperactive Lillinger, who nonetheless finds time to comb his hair between millimetric strikes and other spaceship dashboard sounds. The wall of sound approach settles down as the guitarist unpacks the oud, which we do not hear for long as the saturated guitar, abundant drumming and bubbly synth blips quickly resume, in the late warm afternoon.

Alexander Hawkins

The Alexander Hawkins Dialect Quintet makes its worldwide premiere, prior to hitting the studio in Torino. The hubbub from the nearby restaurant terrace proves enough of a nuisance to impair the audience and musicians’ listening, and Hawkins wisely adapts his demeanor to the situation, often taking his hands off the keyboard to better pay attention to the handiwork of his younger colleagues. Technical constraint aside, the pianist can do no wrong and has rehearsed the band well, on a set of compositions bearing his stamp, encompassing rhythm and freedom, structure and adventurous directions, perched between jazz and modern music, with contours that are never obvious to begin with, and some discernible African influence early on. One such piece is 'Generous Souls' from his 2022 album “Break a Vase”, another is a dreamy tune reminiscent of Wayne Shorter. Camila Nebbia provides inspired solos on a great sounding tenor, with Francesca Remigi on drums and guitarist Giacomo Zanus also using electronics. Duet and trio associations make up the bulk of the set. Hawkins pays tribute to Gerry Hemingway, “one of the best composers for quintet” and to Myra Melford, both seated in the audience. 'Albert Ayler, his life was too short' stems from composer Leroy Jenkins and his Equal Interest trio with Melford and Joseph Jarman, and makes for a great finale. The long and winding piece is atmospheric at first, with a solo intro from Nebbia and scattered sounds from inside the piano, then rises to insurrection levels with buzzing electronics and layered noise from the guitar, Hawkins stirring the band to a fireworks display. On the following day at noon, Hawkins’ solid bassist Ferdinando Romano presents his “Invisible Painters” band at the Cortile Palazzo Tornielli. We’re into European jazz territory, alternating or maybe hesitating between contemplative pieces and rhythmic workouts. While there is no shortage of skills, the project needs to be better defined, the liberal and fashionable use of electronics not being necessarily the best way to go about it.

Joëlle Léandre

The following morning starts with a solo at Galleria Giannoni. Joëlle Léandre is presented with a Golden Key to the city. This award follows the French double bassist recognition at last year's Vision festival in New York. She gives a speech about learning, unlearning, discovering free jazz at the American Center in Paris, and talks about her lifelong quest to becoming herself. “Be you!”, she likes to encourage others. In his liner notes to the box set A Woman’s Work, Stuart Broomer writes: “Above all, the great improviser practices, we might assume, the habit of inspiration, (…) but also, one suspects, the ability to profit from boredom, distraction, even irritation.” Whatever mood she’s in, whatever the playing conditions are, Léandre knows no fear of the blank page and is able to tap into an endless well of instant inspiration, only needing a few seconds’ focus to delve into each successive piece. This also involves reliance on memory – maybe this is not said enough – in order to give each track a shape and flavor, an entity with a beginning, middle and end. Such is the art of the improviser and our bassist embodies it, making use of a keen sense of timing and connection to the audience, including laughter and derision. She is driven and her discourse ever relevant, helped by flawless technique to express her ideas. I wonder, aren’t Léandre’s solos really duets, with their inclusion of spontaneous vocals? Somewhere between opera singer and Native American sorcerer, Léandre whispers, whimpers and rumbles, accompanying a drone kept alive with the bow.

 

Myra Melford

The inner courtyard of Palazzo Bellini is where pianist Myra Melford shows up unaccompanied – a rare occasion. Once more I’m struck with the vigorous, fierce attack on the keys, the rhythmic impulse noticeable even in the more abstract moments. These are written compositions and each one feels like an adventure, a plunge in a waterfall, full of dangers and unexpected wonders. The writing is highly evolved yet deeply rooted in jazz and blues, with the early influence of Don Pullen and Henry Threadgill still felt. Other recurring sources of inspiration come from painting and literature. Melford plays her own music, not standards, although it is possible to hear some echoes of Gershwin in there too. The palette is as broad as it is precise in its intentions and implementation. And proof that formal innovation can be attained without electronics. Not a hint of mawkishness here, but a tumultuous lyricism instead. Some pieces are faster than the speed of light, all hammered eighth-notes and hefty clusters in the low register. Like timeless tableaux, Melford's tunes are so rich one would have to study them at length and from different perspectives to grasp all the nuances they withhold.

Pasquale Mirra

The Italian trio of piccolo trumpeter and flautist Gabriele Mitelli, vibraphonist Pasquale Mirra and drummer Cristiano Calcagnile (all three also on vocals) plays next. 'The Elephant' is spaced-out electro-jazz-rock, very much a satellite project to Rob Mazurek’s Exploding Star Orchestra, which doesn’t come as a surprise since both Mirra and Mitelli are collaborators of the Chicago trumpeter and composer. An electronic motif serving as the basis for a track resembles that of Disco 3000 by Sun Ra, while other pieces lean on binary grooves, sometimes close to hip-hop. Ambient soundscapes lead to a showcase for the drummer, while Mitelli’s brief bursts rely on extended techniques and take precedence over jazz phrasing, when he doesn’t entirely put down his instruments to concentrate on sound effects.

Guus Janssen

Dutch pianist and improviser Guus Janssen treats us to an organ recital at the Church of San Giovanni Decollato, titled 'Le direzioni del vento (Directions of the wind).' Away with conventions: it’s playful, irreverent, funny, from classical music pastiches to recurring quotes of the Spiderman theme song from the late 70s TV show. The virtuoso jumps from unabashedly repetitive chords mocking – affectionately we surmise – caricatural rock and roll and psychedelic pop. The whole zany thing is presented with the utmost seriousness and rings beautifully in the chapel where ancient fresco reliefs remain. The organ manages to evoke bagpipes and a cow mooing at some point, before an official-sounding anthem is put to the test by incongruous inserts. The extraordinary solo set has everyone in fits before the mood gets darker with a song by an Italian composer as a paean to silence, and for the encore, a piece by a Dutch composer, inspired by the moon and to which the veteran scamp – who has a speaking voice not unlike that of Max von Sydow – adds an epic ending.

Rodrigo Amado

Another solo was also a highlight of this edition. Lisbon’s Rodrigo Amado's (tenor sax) set was planned to happen in the towering Basilica di San Gaudenzio but was relocated to Sala dell’Arengo. The musician was able to visit the space on the previous day and was not only reassured, but enthused by its acoustic properties. In 2022, Amado released Refraction solo. Busy with trios and quartets, he rarely performs alone and relishes the opportunity. He engages in open idiomatic improvisation, organized, melodic, textured, unhurried, the unfolding more linear than choppy. The first improvisation is a variation on Sonny Rollins’ Freedom Now Suite. When Amado tilts the horn's bell towards the seated folk, the sound hits like a gust of wind, a reminder that he’s a powerful player. Other points of departure for Amado’s flights of imagination are Albert Ayler’s “Ghosts” and the spiritual “There is a balm in Gilead”. One of the most consistently stimulating saxophonists of this century, with a great knowledge about the history of the music and a vivid creativity to push it forward.

François Houle

'Faded Yellow', 'Dragon’s blood' , 'Green – Absynthe', 'Umber', 'Heliotrope' and 'Azure' are François Houle Quintet “The Secret Lives of Color” titles, actually improvisations with minimal directions such as the order of tutti, duos and trios. Joining the clarinet player from Canada are Myra MelfordGordon GrdinaJoëlle Léandre, and Gerry Hemingway on drums: not your everyday line-up! At the foot of the towering Duomo, the audience is invited to sit in the grass, while the group plays under the arches of the rectory, protected from a menacing rainstorm. After an introduction from the leader, a series of surges and lulls ensue. For most of the duration the music is, maybe surprisingly, subdued, to the point that one also hears the doves in the trees, birds fighting on the ancient tiled roofs, and the humming of disoriented bees' wings, whose dwelling place we are disturbing. Grdina shines on guitar then oud, and Houle extracts some mysterious flute sounds from the clarinet. Hemingway caresses the percussion rather than strikes it, and is also heard on harmonica, vocals and whistle, while Léandre and Melford are careful of serving the collective poetry. The musicians have history together, which explains why this quintet came to be, the telepathic connection of its members and the emotional state of the leader at the end of the set: Joëlle and Myra are two thirds of the Tiger trio, Gerry Hemingway played in groups with Joëlle and Myra separately, Canadians Houle and Grdina recorded several albums together, such as Ghost Lights in 2017 and Recoder in 2020 (with Gerry Hemingway and Mark Helias), while Houle and Léandre had a trio with Raymond Strid (issued on 9 Moments in 2007) and with Benoît Delbecq on 14, rue Paul Fort, on Leo Records in 2015. So that's a lot of threads, travels and experiences coming together today in Novara.

The Secret Lives of Color + festival organizers

Novara jazz is a welcoming and feelgood event, and the city a pleasure to wander in – with jazz from young musicians heard at every corner. While the festival doesn’t specialize in free music, many acts were firmly of the creative and improvised music ethos, with remarkable solo performances and rare groupings. It was great to hear some musicians in more than one project, and to see many of them stay the course to check their colleagues and friends’ work, in a variety of palazzos, courtyards, galleries and outdoor spots. Not to forget the wine tasting!

Monday, July 1, 2024

John Surman – Words Unspoken (ECM, 2024)

By Don Phipps

Words Unspoken is a laid back, genteel collection of tunes that feels like lying prone on a raft floating down a winding river, looking up at passing cloud formations and bright blue skies above craggy rocky peaks that line the banks. Take the opening number “Pebble Dance,” where saxophonist/bass clarinetist John Surman’s birdlike soprano sax calls propel the piece forward over dance-like rhythms and patterns courtesy of Rob Waring’s vibraphone and Rob Luft’s guitar. The work concludes with an engaging unison of sax and vibraphone over a catchy theme.

Surman, who composed all of the tracks on the album, is once again in familiar territory. Many of his albums are introspective and more about mood than overpowering technique. Yet the technique is there, understated as is his way, and the compositions well-crafted and polished. Take his ethereal baritone sax solo on the title cut “Words Unspoken.” It’s like a hazy morning, brought home by Luft’s guitar, which sounds like birds circling on some distant beach. Surman’s control of the reed is most noticeable here. His attacks are precise, whether legato or staccato. And Luft and Waring create an atmospheric narrative which flows around his lines.

Like pink rhododendrons basking in the sun, oblivious to the world and at peace, the ballad “Flower in Aspic” features a warm back and forth between Surman’s soprano and Waring’s vibraphone. And “Onich Ceilidh” is most certainly road trip music, with Waring’s dancing lines and Luft’s soaring ones. Surman, who begins on soprano sax and ends on bass clarinet, contributes pied piper themes that lift the tune as it spins along.

Surman’s bandmates too have their special moments. Listen to Luft’s magical solo on “Graviola,” and the way Luft and Waring wind together like a strand of DNA helix. And drummer Thomas Stronen works his magic on the toms on “Precipice,” employing a syncopated line beneath Surman’s dancing soprano. Also noteworthy is his brush work on “Belay That,” where he keeps the 6/8 rhythm in constant motion.

An album of atmospherics and intimacy, Words Unspoken refrains from any kind of ostentatious display. It focuses on creating moods – and what beautiful moods these are. If hazy odes to life and peace are your cup of tea, this album is highly recommended.